Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.